The three brothers of the Big Jack family, Bernard, Stanley, Josh, and several other members of the Compton Executioners, stood in front of the big man Martin with puzzled faces on their faces.

Mr. Page, who was beside Martin, held a stack of certificates in his hand, looked through the names on each certificate, and the person whose name he read came forward to take the brand-new certificate handed by Page.

As the head of the Jack family, Bernard was the last to get a certificate with his name written on it from Mr. Page.

Bernard is a tall black man, with a thick beard on his chin, and a strong inverted triangle body, which makes him give people a fierce momentum just by standing there, and in fact, it is true, and now in Compton, whether it is the lame gang or the blood gang, they have to give Bernard face.

It's not that he's amazing, of course, Bernard is also very good at fighting, but that's not the point, the point is that after he joined the army and retired, he trained as a prison guard, and then became a prison guard at the Los Angeles County Police Department's Los Angeles Men's Central Prison.

It was only later that he was dismissed from his post and imprisoned for three years for the crime of his boss, lost his job as a prison guard, and returned to the streets of Compton.

Some people may wonder why a former prison guard who has squatted in prison would let the Blood Gang and the Cripple Gang scruple? Prison guards are certainly not scary, but what is scary is the Los Angeles County Police Department, the agency where Bernard once worked.

In all of the United States, the Los Angeles County Police Department is the largest law enforcement agency, with 9,700 staff members wearing insignia.

At the same time, it is also the largest police department in the jurisdiction of the United States, it is responsible for 4,057 square miles of jurisdiction, in addition to the Los Angeles County jurisdiction, in the Los Angeles area of California, there are 42 small cities and population areas without police departments, and choose to entrust policing-related work to the Los Angeles County Police Department.

Most importantly, the Los Angeles County Police Department is responsible for the operation, maintenance and management of all prison systems in the entire Los Angeles area, which is also the largest prison system in the United States.

More than 40 large and small cities, more than a dozen prisons, detention centers, or correctional facilities need to be directly managed by the Los Angeles County Police Department, so although there are as many as 9,000 staff, there is still a serious shortage of staff.

In order to ensure that the work of the police department could be carried out in an orderly manner, the chief of the Los Angeles County Police Department, Jewish Sherman Bullock, came up with the genius idea of selecting trustworthy gangs in various jurisdictions that were willing to cooperate with the police, and relying on their help to do the work of the understaffed cops.

This not only does not incur additional labor costs, but also ensures that someone can do the menial work.

There were more than 300 gangs active in the Los Angeles area at the time, and the officers of the Los Angeles County Police Department carefully selected 30 of them to ensure that there were 30 gang members active in all parts of the district, including in various prisons.

The Los Angeles County Police Department's dozens of sheriffs, sheriffs, deputy sheriffs, and prison wardens are each responsible for directing a gang to ensure that there are enough people to carry out the work.

In just a few years, this black-and-white approach has brought the number of police officers with gang identities in the Los Angeles County Police Department to 17 percent of the total number of police officers, or 17 out of every 100 police officers in the Los Angeles County Police Department.

The first thirty gangs have also continued to be annexed and expanded, leaving only the eighteen today, although the total number has become smaller, but it is more sophisticated.

(PS: In order to avoid readers and bigwigs thinking that I am exaggerating, let me explain first, these materials are not made up by me, the opening of the police department is the real existence of the Los Angeles County Police Department, the United States is so free, the police chief can also serve as the gang boss, Lei Luo is not worth mentioning compared with others, after all, Lei Luo has to run away, and the righteous police who reported the Los Angeles County Police Chief for being involved in the crime were directly driven to his door by his former police colleagues, who shot at the door of his house and told him to shut up, and finally the investigation could not be completed, It happened again in 2012, but the director who set up this black-and-white cooperation mechanism has died, and it finally lasted 8 years, and by 2020, the new director who was responsible for docking a gang and now has become the second generation of the purpose finally just didn't feel the pain and was detained for obstructing justice, sentenced to three years, and finally released from prison in two years. ）

Bernard Jack, while serving as a prison guard, was one of the Los Angeles County Police Department's eighteen acting gangs, with a predominantly senior member of the Compton Executioners at the Men's Central Prison.

No matter how arrogant the Blood Gang and the Cripple Gang are in Compton, they must show enough respect to the three Big Jack brothers, because once they decide to kill or make enemies of the Big Jack brothers, then the large number of prison brothers in the Blood Gang or the Cripple Gang will be redoubled by Bernard's former colleagues and gang brothers.

"Radio Transmission License?" Bernard took the certificate from Martin's hand, read the words on it, and then looked up at Martin in confusion: "What is this thing for?" Mr. Hart? ”

After Paige had handed out all the certificates in his hand, Martin looked at the puzzled crowd in front of him: "You are all curious now, why have you become a with a certificate now?" It's very simple, because there are a few TV stations in Los Angeles that I personally like very much, I want to cooperate with them and take them to make money together, but unfortunately they don't appreciate it, they just want me to * their ***, they don't have enough respect for me, a from Miami, I let * my ***, will let the other party go to the medical examination first, they don't pay attention to hygiene, this is blasphemy against me. ”

"I can take someone to teach you a lesson, Mr. Hart." The youngest son of the Jack family, Josh, the most enthusiastic of the African Star, heard Martin's words and spoke.

Mrs. Jack dragged her fat body out of the kitchen, holding the tray in both hands, there was a freshly baked pie, the old woman walked up to Martin first, motioned to the other party to taste her own cooking, and at the same time looked at her son Josh dissatisfied: "Listen to Mr. Hart, Josh, don't fight and hurt people, follow Mr. Hart to learn how to become a high-class man." ”

Martin took a piece and took a bite, first complimented the old lady on her cooking skills, and then after Mrs. Jack put down the pie with a proud face, and went to the kitchen to continue preparing other food, then continued to say to a few people:

"You don't have street anymore, Josh, you know? I paid a lot of money to get you a real license, and there were several expensive broadcast transmitter systems in the car outside, not to ask you to help me kill people and set fires, as your mother said, you have to follow me and learn how to be a high person. ”

"Yes, Mr. Hart." Josh heard Martin's words and nodded seriously.

Seeing Josh's sincere nod, Martin said with relief: "You are good scholars among blacks, you have recently studied hard to transmit and receive radio signals, for example, Josh you are a kilometer away, Bernard is here, your receiver can receive the picture sent by Bernard, of course, you can't practice at home, you have to go to those TV stations near the transmitter to practice, and practice every day in prime time, like this...... It is legal broadcast signal interference. ”

The second Stanley, the most calm of the three brothers, understood the meaning of Martin's words at this time, and expressed his understanding: "That is, we use external equipment to let the viewers of those TV stations see the pictures we send?" ”

"Yes, the transmitter power and call sign outside are more advanced than those TV stations, but I must reiterate that I am sending it to you because you are studious and want to be a media technician among black people, not to deliberately hijack the transmission signals of those poor TV stations!" Martin looked at a few people with a righteous face and swallowed the pie into his stomach:

"You're here to gain knowledge! It's to learn broadcasting, it's to change the American television industry, you are the best among the blacks! ”

"How about playing some little movies for everyone to watch for free?" Josh figured out Martin's thoughts at this point, grinned, and excitedly asked his companions, "I'd like to contribute my favorite personal collection, Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Black Wolf, the story of a white girl and her mature grandmother fighting a black werewolf." ”

Martin frowned: "It's very bad to spread this kind of small movie, it is easy to cause boredom among the audience, and it will make people suspect that you deliberately hijack the signal to broadcast a small movie, which is to make trouble for the TV station, my suggestion is that you can spread the song, and you and your friends can use the signal to spread the song, which is normal, because you have a license, and it is the most normal thing to communicate and spread the song privately." ”

"What song? Black songs? Josh was a little elusive to hear that music could only be transmitted, and he thought that he would be able to enjoy his treasured films to the TV audience.

"Given that the primary audience of those stations is black, my lawyer, Earl Rush, has carefully picked a few songs that sing black people and has you play them on a prime-time loop," Martin said. ”

"Okay, which ones?" Bernard asked, folding the license into his slacks pocket.

Martin turned his head to look at Paige, "Mr. Paige, introduce the name of the song, and then hand them the music tape that is ready." ”

""Nigger, Nigger," "Move Them Niggers North,......" "Nigger Hatin' Me," "Some Niggers Never Die," Paige said, holding a cassette tape, reading the title of the song on it.

Before Page could finish reading, Josh and a couple of young black men were already going crazy, picking up their T-shirts and swearing, "Old guy, you're fucking ......"

"Don't get excited, Josh, that's the name of the song." Stanley immediately stopped his younger brother, who was about to run away on the spot: "This is a representative song by white racist folk singer Johnny Trahan." ”

"Well, there's another one, 'Who Likes a Nigger?'." Paige finished reading the last poem with an unchanged face before he completely stopped, disdainful of the appearance of several people exposing their pistols at their waists and preparing to go berserk.

“Who Likes a Nigger? Who Likes a Nigger? Is this the name of the fucking song? Josh lifted his T-shirt, revealing the holster around his waist, and walked around the room frantically:

"What are you kidding...... Why are we playing these songs? That lawyer of yours is a fucking racist, Mr. Hart? ”

"He's black, and he's asking you to play these songs to remind you that there's a long way to go for racial equality, and to remind yourself to stay angry and keep trying, with music created by this white trash." Martin looked at Josh and said seriously.

Stanley laughed: "These songs, not only will we be angry, but I'm afraid the black viewers of the TV station will also be angry, maybe the next day...... The TV station is in big trouble. ”

"That's none of your business, you just need to understand that it's perfectly legal for licensed broadcast signal enthusiasts to pass sound and picture in a small area, and you didn't deliberately hijack the signal, just because the TV station's transmitter was so bad that it was suppressed by your power."

"'Who Likes a Nigger?' doesn't have to listen to the song, just hearing the title of the song already makes black people angry enough." Big brother Bernard put his arm around his brother Josh's shoulder: "Do as Mr. Hart tells us, he will not treat us badly." ”

"Of course, get them, you have the opportunity to become a minority shareholder in those TV stations, and then Josh can broadcast his cherished Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Black Wolf if he wants to." Martin turned and walked out like a big black man, but after a few steps he returned to Josh:

"Uh...... Also, lend me the tape first. ”

……

BHH is a small television station located in the unincorporated town of El Camino in Los Angeles.

Just listen to its full name, Black-Hip-Hop, a television station that primarily broadcasts black hip-hop rap music.

El Camino is an unincorporated town in Los Angeles County, the so-called unincorporated town, which is a densely populated community that has not established a city or town at the official level of the government.

El Camino has a population of 12,000, nearly 80 percent black, and is mostly employed in heavy labor in the building materials industry in nearby Longdale, which is a more typical low-level black neighborhood in Los Angeles County than Compton.

The most popular TV station here is not CBS, ABC or NBC, but BHH, a small TV station based in El Camino and founded in 1983.

The founder of the station was Chapman Tanger, known as the godfather of hip-hop in El Camino No.

Chapman-Tanger, the only music teacher at the region's primary school, founded BHH in his spare time, initially playing East Coast hip-hop music and videos he recorded of students singing at the school so that parents could watch their children perform on television.

However, as hip-hop music quickly spread from the East Coast to California, more and more black Californians began to like this style of music, and because it didn't seem to be too difficult to create, El Camino soon also emerged a group of hip-hop singers, because there was no popularity, and there were no other channels to spread their creations, so they simply recorded a sample, got BHH, asked Chapman-Tanger to help play it in BHH, and then let the black people in the community give evaluations.

And some excellent works, Chapman will also recommend them to the black record companies he knows as much as possible through his identity as a music teacher, and over the years, El Camino has also come out of more than a dozen singers, although there is no real popularity, but it can be regarded as changing the fate of living here.

After those singers make money, they will turn their heads to sponsor Bole Chapman's BHH, and also let the blacks in the outside world know about this small TV station, and many small black businesses will also advertise to BHH, so after so many years, relying on 10,000 stable audiences, BHH not only did not close its doors, but rose steadily, relying on advertising fees and sponsorship, it has a posture to become bigger and stronger.

At least until tonight, Chapman-Tanger thought so.

Because the television station is not large, he works as a host, producer, editor, etc., and black young people from five communities follow him as assistants.

Originally, tonight's prime time, according to the normal program arrangement, was his own signature show "Soul School", which is an interview with a hip-hop singer and plays some of the classic works of the guests.

Especially tonight's guest, the singer Big 10 who walked out from El Camino back then, it can be said that many viewers of BHH watched how this black young man changed from a bastard who stole chickens and dogs to this musical genius wearing gold jewelry step by step.

So before the show even started, Chapman Tanger was sure that tonight's ratings would be amazingly high because of the appearance of Big10.

As it turns out, Chapman-Tanger is only half right.

On a van five hundred meters away from the BHH launcher, looking at the equipment that had been commissioned, Bernard spit out the cigarette in his mouth and grabbed the walkie-talkie: "Josh, are you ready to receive?" ”

"It doesn't seem to matter if I'm ready or not, the audience should be ready." Josh said with a smile over there.

Bernard saw that the time was pointing to 19:30 and decisively pressed the button of the transmitter.

El Camino No, more than 3,100 families who are watching the appearance of the hometown singer Big10 in front of the TV, watching Big10 appear on the TV with the microphone, before they can show a relieved smile, they find that the other party is not singing a rap song, but a country ballad, and it seems that the voice does not belong to Big10.

But this kind of accident did not prevent them from being moved by the singing on the TV to be stunned, and then to scold.

Because this melodic and lilting ballad song sings like this:

"Who the likes a? My father asked me that? Who the likes a? They're so lazy that they'll just sit on the dung heap and nibble on potatoes......"

As soon as the signal hijacking was completed, Bernard was sure that BHH TV would have high ratings tonight.

Because he was in the van, he heard countless angry shouts and curses, which sounded chaotically in the surrounding buildings.

"It seems to be working well." Bernard looked at his brother Stanley in the front driver's seat and said with a smile: "Mr. Hart is really a businessman. ”

Stanley pressed the brim of his baseball cap: "We're just radio lovers who love to learn, Bernard, and we're doing nothing." ”

(End of chapter)